No matter how unwilling Mr. Lu was, he still put on his peaked cap and boarded the train leaving Shanghai. There was nothing he could do if he didn't leave. If he stayed, he would be burdened with huge debts, and he might not be able to turn around in his life.

You might even be forced to go to the rooftop.

Liu Bo, who was far away in the capital, received a call from President Song.

"Mr. Liu, how much money do you have left?"

"What's wrong? I don't have much money here. This damn Jiang Xiaobai is targeting me. Now many people have withdrawn their books. I am very busy with the bank's affairs now." Liu Bo said with a smile,

Although the words are serious, the tone is very relaxed. It is true that because the Confucian businessmen group is disliked, many projects are in difficulties and need to be solved slowly, but it is not that dangerous.

After all, among the three representatives of New Confucian businessmen, Liu Bo's stall is the smallest.

"Mr. Liu, try your best to help me get it together. I will give you five times the bank's interest in one day." Mr. Song begged. He knew whether Liu Bo had more money, but it should be 30 to 50 million.

It can be taken out.

Liu Bo also heard Mr. Song's pleading, and sighed in his heart, but said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I really don't have any money here. I still have something to do here, so I'll hang up first.

"

After Liu Bo finished speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Mr. Song a chance to speak. He had been keeping an eye on the movements in the stock market.

Knowing what is going on now, knowing that Mr. Song and others are going to die, if he lends this money, he will borrow it without repaying it. Needless to say, it will be five times the interest of the bank, even ten times the interest. He dare not lend this money.

, are you kidding me?

If you lend this money, you will never get it back. Mr. Song and others are now like gamblers who lost at the gambling table.

Bystanders know that despite the crazy attacks by Mr. Song and others, the stock price of Jiahe Company can still rise against the trend, which means that it is completely impossible to suppress it again.

Now it doesn't matter how much money you put in.

Now, except for Mr. Da Song and other bookmakers who have already invested in it and can't get away, everyone else can see it clearly. Even some bold people have begun to eat into the stock price of Jiahe Company and wait for Jiahe Company to rise.

Isn’t it nonsense to lend you money at this time?

Liu Bo didn't know at this time that Mr. Song and others were not only shorting the stocks of the company and the company, but also adding leverage. He just thought that Mr. Song and others would suffer heavy losses this time. He didn't know that Mr. Song and others were going to suffer heavy losses this time.

Others have already put their lives on the line.

Many years later, among the three representatives of the Confucian-business culture prevailing in the country, Liu Bo was the only one left. When being interviewed by a reporter, he mentioned this afternoon.

He said he was lucky, and that was the only thing he kept saying over and over again, but when he said this, he couldn't help his shoulders shaking slightly, and you could tell how scared he was about this matter.

However, Liu Bo was not very clear about it at this time, because he was not involved in the follow-up plan at all.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone in Magic City, Mr. Song cursed: "I know that I have such little thoughts, I deserve to be bullied by Jiang Xiaobai, I deserve to be bullied by Jiang Xiaobai..."

President Song did not have much time to scold Liu Bo, so he took the time to contact other funds.

I made phone calls one after another, but after a round of calls, I didn't find much funds. There are many people who have funds in their hands, but the turnover of funds takes time.

Moreover, the current situation of President Song is clear to all observers, and no one is optimistic about President Song.

"Bang." Mr. Song punched the wall, and blood suddenly flowed from his fist. He gritted his teeth and wanted to discuss it with Mr. Lu to see how the situation was on Mr. Lu's side.

Then I realized that Mr. Lu didn't seem to be back. I asked several people in succession, but no one saw Mr. Lu coming back. Mr. Song raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch. It had been more than half an hour since Mr. Lu made the call.

Why haven't you come back yet? Mr. Song didn't care at this time. It was almost noon and the market would be closed soon.

After the stock price of Jiahe Company fell from 50 yuan to 46 yuan two days ago, it has risen to 47 yuan this time.

"By the way, have you seen Mr. Lu?"

"No, maybe I called." Mr. Xiao Song didn't pay attention.

At this time, more and more dealers are coming to the big client room, and a countermeasure must be discussed for the current situation.

After lunch, after the market opened in the afternoon, Mr. Song poured all the remaining funds he had raised into the stock market.

"Put the stock price down for me. It's just a little bit close. We're just a little bit close to success." Mr. Song shouted hysterically, and all the dealers in the big client room were staring at the market with red eyes.

Unfortunately, it has no effect at all. The gambler's unwillingness to admit defeat does not affect any problems at all.

The stock price of Jiahe Company is still rising, starting from forty-six yuan and rising all the way to forty-seven, forty-eight, and forty-nine.

It took half a day to rise. The stock price of Jiahe Company fell quickly, but it rose even faster than it fell.

Before the market closed, it had already reached the daily limit.

In the key client room, Mr. Song, Mr. Song and others felt as if they had lost their souls. They stared blankly at the market, unable to believe the scene in front of them. Why did it reach the daily limit?

Why is it not the lowest limit? They are obviously very close to the lower limit, just a little bit away. It is obvious that they are so close to success, and they can succeed with a little effort.

But now it has reached its daily limit.

"No, it's not true, it's not true." Mr. Song shouted hysterically, looking like he was crazy.

I simply didn’t believe the scene in front of me, but it had no effect at all.

Mr. Xiao Song also kept shaking his head: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it's impossible."

A group of people ran towards the outside of the big customer room, which meant that they had no chance, no more chance.

When Mr. Song and others returned to the hotel, a group of bookmakers were already waiting, staring directly at Mr. Song and Mr. Song.

There are also creditors waiting. They went short this time and increased leverage, so it was not only them who suffered heavy losses, but also the securities companies that gave them loans.

"Pay back the money."

"Pay back the money."
Chapter completed!